Chapter 737: The biggest collar award ceremony ever 5 【Neia】
The naked bodies of beautiful women from various races, various gazes. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, they gaze upon the 「First」 ceremony. Some cannot suppress their lust, wanting to be next. Others, despite trying to steel themselves, still cannot keep up with the abnormality of the situation and cannot help but marvel at what is happening. Feeling the subtle temperature difference on my skin, I still move my hips on the mat laid out in the center of the new tavern, heading toward the act of 「Swearing Allegiance」 by ejaculating inside as a 「Female Slave」.
“Haa……haaa……”
“N……ah, haa……♪ Ah……ah……nu……nnn♪”
In the bright magic lighting, in a defenseless frog-like position, her body flipped over. Sweat glistening, her hole exposed, the sound of her own love juices between her genitals echoing for dozens to hear. Yet, Neia Grants looked cute and happy. The volume of her secretions, trained to be lewd, was proof of her lustful desires. It was proof that she joyfully accepted her fate to devote her entire life to a single man’s penis, to be consumed by carnal desire to the fullest. Even among strangers who barely knew each other, she had her depraved nature exposed first, yet.
“What……why……really, it feels like I’m being reborn……like I’m being forgiven……♪”
“You’re being forgiven……you’re being reborn……just be honest with your feminine instincts……this is the life you’ll live from now on……!”
“……Yes……♪ What should I do……really, really, I’m so happy……♪”
The wet sounds of their lower bodies colliding echoed loudly. Neia immersed herself in her happiness, proudly displaying her most shameful form to those around her. She swayed her small, disproportionate breasts and surrendered herself to my hands, which kneaded them capriciously. She was completely consumed by the ritual of celebrating and confirming her exposed instinct for pleasure, her irreversible descent into depravity as a female.
“……I……really……I’m obsessed with your……your cock……it’s okay, right……♪ I love you so much, so much……thinking about doing naughty things with you, who is so kind, warm, and reliable……it’s okay, right……♪”
“……It’s okay……!”
There was something self-sacrificing, something nihilistic and self-destructive about our sexual experience. In the process of pursuing Kalwin, she believed that happiness as a woman would never come to her, so she offered herself to me like a transaction, like a proof of her existence. No matter how intense or extravagant the sex was, she seemed to be looking beyond me, as if she had always intended for it to be a fleeting memory of happiness to take with her into the afterlife, a moment of impending doom. Now that living as a female slave has become her reality, she finally feels that pleasure and happiness have caught up with her as genuine emotions. Sex that feels like throwing oneself away for the sake of creating memories inevitably taints the emotions. Even if she hides it well, it still reaches me. It feels like it’s there but not there, like we’re holding each other but our feelings don’t resonate. That dissonance has always lingered in our sex, but now, finally, it fits. Even after the Kalwin incident, we’ve been together many times. Neia hasn’t rejected me since then, and she accepted becoming a female slave. But it was different. She wanted to be declared as truly mine. I understand that now. The girl who had lived her life crying in the depths of her broken heart, burdened by an overwhelming fate, couldn’t be happy just by being freed. She was dragged into a happiness she couldn’t step into on her own, afraid to take that step, and she wanted to be declared that she would never be let go again. Maybe I made her wait too long. But.
“You are my female slave……no matter how slutty you become……no matter what anyone says, you are now my erotic meat toy……!!”
“……♪♪”
Regret is a waste of time. I’ll eliminate such useless moments and prioritize indulging my desires in her body. I’ll fill her genitals with semen, occupy her womb with my seed, and focus on giving her the happiness she truly desired, even if it’s just one second sooner or one second longer. Arrogant or whatever. That’s what I’m here to do.
“I’m going to come, Neia……you’re no longer a hero, you’re a female slave, Neia……a sex-loving, promiscuous Neia!”
Even these words, which seemed ridiculous to me, were nothing but sincere words of blessing in this moment. So Neia, choking on pleasure, made a face as if she had been told something truly wonderful.
“Yes……Master……♪”
Our feelings connect. The love, the desire, the urge to give, the satisfaction of being given—all resonate within us. And then, I complete the 「Vow of Internal Ejaculation」. Dobyurururu, dobyurururu, byurururururuu……!
“Nku……hua, aaaa……♪”
The semen gushes out excessively, washing away the love juice overflowing inside her vagina. Neia trembles all over her body, surrendering herself to the white torrent overflowing with the desire to impregnate her. ……From halfway through, she couldn’t see anything around her. And that was why.
“That’s amazing……it looks so good……”
“She looks so happy……♪”
For the female slaves watching around or waiting their turn, it seemed like the ideal 「Ceremony」. The uneven glances felt uniformly heated.
After a long kiss with Neia, who looked satisfied, I called out to Beatrice next. Emma and Leda looked a little dissatisfied. Maybe they thought it was in the order they declared themselves female slaves, but that wasn’t the case. I’m sorry.
“Emm……what do I do?”
Beatrice didn’t seem to be taking it too seriously. She probably didn’t understand the significance of this kind of ceremony. If you were a hero in that valley, your perception of things would inevitably be distorted. But standing there naked with no hint of sensuality, hands on her hips, waiting for instructions, she just seemed like a child. Maybe she’s just gotten used to this atmosphere where everything is exposed and on display, but from the viewer’s perspective, it’s like watching a toddler who hasn’t yet developed sexual awareness, only understanding the difference between whether or not someone has a penis. For that reason, I feel a bit guilty, but I tell myself it’s pointless to nitpick at this point. Regardless, I’m the one who led this child down this path to become a female slave. I must take full responsibility.
“Kneel down. I’ll put a collar on you”
“……Okay”
Beatrice nods obediently and does as she’s told. Her long black hair, thanks to spending so much time in the sacred spring, has a lustrous sheen that is almost unrecognizable. Her body still has room to develop, but compared to when she was in Kalwin, she has gained more feminine curves and has become much more beautiful. She probably won’t be able to match the stunning figures of Selenium or Dianne, but if she dresses up a bit and walks through the capital, even now, she won’t be left alone by men looking for a fling. Her strong-willed eyes, which once seemed nothing but defiant during her days as a warrior who had abandoned her femininity, now have a clean, refined quality. The gaunt, malnourished contours of her face have faded, and they now serve as a pleasing accent to her features. The sacred spring not only removes the harmful effects of an unhealthy environment but also allows humans like Beatrice to continue growing, unlike elves, whose growth stops almost completely at the age of 18. There’s also the joy of watching her change, and the potential for her to become even more attractive. Considering the circumstances, she’s quite a catch. I gently place a collar around her neck. The color is blue. She’s part of the group hoping to get pregnant, but since she’s so open about her interest in sex, this seems like the better option. Well, she’s human, so if I just go ahead and fuck her freely, she’ll probably get pregnant pretty quickly.
“From now on, you’re officially my female slave. You know what that means, right? I won’t hold back if I think you’re my slave. I’ll stick my dick in you whenever I want, so be prepared”
“……Alright”
“You sound dissatisfied”
“It’s a bit bland compared to Neia……can’t you say something more direct?”
“……Wait a moment”
Now that you mention it, compared to what I said to Neia earlier, this does sound a bit rough. Well, I guess some people would say that’s fine since she’s a slave, but I’ve always tried to be serious with girls who aren’t into that kind of thing.
“……Emm”
“…………”
“……One day, I’ll make you a mother. So from now on, you’ll be my cock’s personal toy. Every night, forever and ever”
“……Okay”
This time she seemed to accept it. The roughness of the words sounded similar to what I heard earlier, but perhaps it was better to clearly visualize the future with Beatrice rather than using general terms.
“Can I cum inside you as part of the oath?”
“……Yes”
Beatrice remained with a blushing, feigned angry expression, submitting to being pushed down onto the mat just like Neia. While Neia’s voluptuous figure was appealing, there was also a certain charm to the raw, underdeveloped physique of this girl. Enjoying the contrast, she glanced sideways at Neia, still basking in the afterglow. The semen in her groin still made a soft squishing sound. The two heroes of Kalwin, swearing to a future as lustful slaves, engage in public breeding. It felt like smearing semen instead of mud on their tragic history, and I felt a mix of excitement and a hint of nostalgia.